A Bad Day

On Sunday the 9th of November my nanna had a heart attack. When I woke up about 6:30 ( I mean 9:30 ) I saw my mum run past my room, when I got up I asked my dad where mum went, he answed nanna is felling a little sick, all of a sudden it felt like I had a heart attack.

At the time we had guests over at the house, there was Tina, Gards, Auntie Ann, Edu and Slade. Mum left her breakfast on the bench so I got to eat food.

When everbody left my dad and I went to Ten-Pin RotoVegas. Dad had to practise his bowling so I went down to watch T.V. Sortland St was on. I was sitting there for about half an hour. I got so borded so I went up and asked dad how many games he has left, he said three, I asked him how many games he has had, he answered three. I was so tired, so I went back down and watched some more T.V, then all of a sudden dad came down and said that we had to go, all of a sudden I knew that it had somthing to do with my nanna.

We were in our way home and I asked him what was wrong? he said that nanna had a heart attack. I coulden't believe it my heart stopped pumping my stomic droped I was speechles.

When we got home we had to pack up some stuff because we were headding to Hamilton Hostpatil. Nanna had been flowen over there in a hellicopter. I was helping mum pack all her stuff ready to go.

On the way to Hamilton hospatil we stopped and got something to eat, then we were on our way.


To Be Contued Very Soon